Liquid Persistence

There is no more rain,
But air is full of moisture;
My stream's thundering.


The lilacs at last
Burst purple in the soft mist;
A pastel morning.




From all directions
Water speeds furiously
Under soft mist sky.


The field is a marsh
Again reclaimed by water,
Liquid not frozen.


Sound of rushing streams
Drowns out the chirps of the birds
But does not stop them.


Echoes in the woods--
Unseen streams merge and rush on:
Liquid persistence.

Single goose flying
Sounds like a dog in the sky;
(Bark worse than its bite).

Which One is Stronger?

Shaking breeze trembles
The white clusters on the bush;
Gray cloud mutes the sun.


Blue green evergreen
Just as it was last winter--
This mid May morn.


New blossoms each day
As buds keep bursting open;
Spring still awakens.


A rippling mirror
Floats darkly below my feet;
Quiet stream whispers.


In soft gray silence
Dandelions in the breeze
Shake gently yellow.


Growing from the rock
A delicate white flower;
Which one is stronger?

White and yellow mix
Together on the same branch;
Coexistent blooms.


Groaning up the hill
Two trucks wash then scrub the road.
(Is this Switzerland?)

They Hold The Promise

Riot of colors--
Yellow, white, green and shadows,
Outside my window.


Rain and sun in air;
Clouds dancing with the sun beams;
Each shift changing mood.


Swollen and ready
Rhododendron bud sticks up
Waiting for the sun.


In floating silence
Two birds move across the trees
Leaving just a thought.


Some forsythia
Are still green without blossoms;
Others lie on the ground.


They do not smell yet,
Swollen purple lilac buds;
They hold the promise.


Shining so sweetly
Three petals shake in the breeze.
Stop! Poison ivy!


Humming in the sun
The early bee takes his choice
Among the white blooms.

And My Toes Will Laugh

The problem with Spring
Is that everything's lazy
Starting with the sun.


Translucent bright leaves
Conduct the brilliant sunshine
Through my light spirit.

Dandelion greens
Are good for growing cows;
Olivia knows.


Soon I'll wear sandals;
Then springtime will be confirmed
And my toes will laugh.


Two geese in the blue
Fly parallel together.
Smell of gas and cut grass.

Faint scent of lilacs--
(It wasn't there yesterday)
Floats across my nose.


Path into the woods
Mysterious once again;
Lit up by shadows.


Racing to the rock
The chipmunk turns into stone
Right before my eyes.

They Hold The Promise

Riot of colors--
Yellow, white, green and shadows,
Outside my window.


Rain and sun in air;
Clouds dancing with the sun beams;
Each shift changing mood.


Swollen and ready
Rhododendron bud sticks up
Waiting for the sun.


In floating silence
Two birds move across the trees
Leaving just a thought.


Some forsythia
Are still green without blossoms;
Others lie on the ground.


They have no scent yet--
Swollen purple lilac buds;
They hold the promise.

Shining so sweetly
Three petals shake in the breeze.
Stop! Poison ivy!


Humming in the sun
The early bee takes his choice
Among the white blooms.

Now Shadows Ride It

A white flowering tree
Billowing in my back yard.
(I never saw it)

Cow mooing loudly
Followed by bleating of goat;
Hen clucks and bird chirps.


Morning dove cooing;
Basset hound stretched out asleep;
New blossoms on tree.


Suddenly a hush
Broken by the flowing stream
And shaking shadows.


The first white lilacs
Bloom near the old lady's house.
She is rarely seen.


What a peaceful day;
Even shadows seem content
To lie without light.


Petals in the shade
Grow in tiny white clusters,
Delicate and round.


Surviving winter--
Abandoned tire by the stream.
Now shadows ride it.

Both Fading Softly

Sad music, sunlight
Fill my kitchen and my heart;
Both fading softly.


Flurry of whiteness
Waves gently in my front yard;
Then clouds and stillness.


By the hanging swing
A congregation of chairs
Reflects on their past.


Dandelion field
Welcomes the resting football;
Both seem to belong.


Where has the ice gone?
Where are the towering snow banks?
Imagination?


Sun on clover leaves
Lighting up patch of woods
Stirring memories.


Jack-O-Lantern face
Appears in a shifting cloud
Slowly melts away.


Trembling on a limb
A bursting bud feels the breeze;
It's own orgasm.